We have lived here for 4 1/2 years, which is an eternity in Army years. This is the longest we’ve ever lived anywhere. I’m getting a little stir crazy. It’s time to shake things up a little.

I never dreamed this would happen to me. When I was growing up, we moved 3 times. Once, we relocated to a new city. Then we bought a new house, moved into a rental for a few months while the new house closed, then moved into it. I was the only person I knew who moved. It wasn’t traumatic but it made me feel different. All I wanted to do when I grew up was to live in one house for the rest of my life.

So I married an Army guy. An Army guy who was supposed to finish his commitment, then go to law school and set me up in a lifestyle to which I was looking forward to becoming accustomed.

Yeah, so 4 years turned into 5 and if you’re going to do five, you might as well do 10. And if you’re going to do 10, you might as well stick it out til 20 and get retirement benefits. Which is exactly what we did, and moved 9 times. Nine times!!!! An average of 2 years per assignment.

And now it’s been 4 1/2 years in the same house and I need a change. I’ve been on Pinterest and somehow I’ve convinced my long suffering husband (sorry dear, payback for all those moves) that we need to rip the carpet up in the living room and replace it with hardwood. And rip up the carpet on the staircase. And if we’re going to do that, while we’ve got the banister down, we might as well replace the balusters with wrought iron. All 89 of them. And paint the laundry room, dining room and the whole interior, actually. New front doors would be super nice, since our front porch looks so grand.

Here are the inspiration photos for all my upcoming projects. And don’t worry, I’ll be sharing this whole journey right here on the blog!

More Mac and Cheese, please!

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About every three years I get the urge to move even though we’ve been out of the Army for twenty years. Once in a while I have to stop myself from reaching for my ID card before I go into Wal-Mart.

One mom, five kids, three cats and a dad. We've lived all over the world, making friends and collecting recipes. We've got lots of stories to tell. Some are funny and some are sad, but they are always true.Spend a little time with us and if you stay for lunch, we're probably having mac and cheese.